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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.