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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.