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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.