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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.