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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.