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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.