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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Organ,
The Martian,
Little Man,
ABC,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.