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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.