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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Whodini,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.