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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.