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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.