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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.