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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Techniques,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.