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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.