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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Cameo,
CMW,
June of 44,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.