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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.