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 Indonesia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.