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 Finland and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Pole,
Can,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.