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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.