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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.