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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Monolake,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.