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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.