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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.