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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.