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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 ABC. 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 grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Index,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.