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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.