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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.