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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.