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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.