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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.