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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.