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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Visage,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.