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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.