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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.