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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.