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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.