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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.