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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.