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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.