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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.