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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nas,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.