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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
DNA,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.