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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.