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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.