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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.