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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.