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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Sparks,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.