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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.