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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.