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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
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.