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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.