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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Style. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.