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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Kayak,
Technova,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.