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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.