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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.