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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.