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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.