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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Pole,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.