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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.