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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.