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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Style. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.