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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.