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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.