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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.