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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Technova,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.