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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.