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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.