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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.