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 India and from Paris.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.