Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.