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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.