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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.