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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.