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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.