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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.