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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.