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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Gong,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.