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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.