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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.