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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Can,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.