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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Wire,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.