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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.