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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.