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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.