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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.