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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.