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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.