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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.