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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.