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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.