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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.