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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.