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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.