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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Organ,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.