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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Janne Schatter 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Hardrive,
X-102,
The Associates,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.