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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.