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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.