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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.