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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.