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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.