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 New York.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.