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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.