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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.