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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Index,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.