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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.