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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.