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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
The Move,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.