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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.