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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.