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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.