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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.