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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
JFA,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Franke,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.