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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.