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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.