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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.