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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.