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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.