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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.