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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.