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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
June Days,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.