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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.