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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.