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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.