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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.