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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.