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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Index to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.