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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.