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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.