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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.