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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.