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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.