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 Colombia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.