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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
UT,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.