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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.