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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
DNA,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.