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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.