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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.