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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.