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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.