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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.