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 France and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.