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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.