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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.