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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.