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 Panama 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.