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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Visage,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.