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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.