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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.