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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Technova,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.