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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.