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 Liberia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.