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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.