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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.