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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.