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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.