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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.