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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.