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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Blancmange 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.