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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.