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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.