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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.