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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.