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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.