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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.