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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.