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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.