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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.