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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.