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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Organ,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.