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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.