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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Offenders to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
The Evens,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.