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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
PIL,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.