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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.