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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.