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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.