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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.