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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.