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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.