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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.