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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.