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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.