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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.