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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.