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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
PIL,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.