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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Faust,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.