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 Syria 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.