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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.