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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
ABBA,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.