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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Franke,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.