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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.