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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.