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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Faust,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.