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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.