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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.