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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.