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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.