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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.