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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.