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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.