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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.