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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
a-ha,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.