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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.