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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.