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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
PIL,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
UT,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.