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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.