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 China and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.