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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wire 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.