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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.