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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.