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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.