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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.