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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Deakin,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.