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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.