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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.