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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.