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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.