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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.