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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.