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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.