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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.