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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.