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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.