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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.