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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.