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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.