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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.