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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.