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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.