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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.