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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.