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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.