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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Visage,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.