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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Smog,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.