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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.