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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Hashim,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.