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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.