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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.