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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.