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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
New Order,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.