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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.