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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.