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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
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.