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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Suicide,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.