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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Index,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.