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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.