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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.