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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.