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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.