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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Nico to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.