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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.