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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.