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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.