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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.