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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.