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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.