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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.