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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.