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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.