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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.