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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.