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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.