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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.