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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
the Slits,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.