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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.