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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.