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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.