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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Scion,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.