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 India and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.