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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Mars,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.