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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
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.