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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.