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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.