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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.