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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.