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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.