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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.