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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.