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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.