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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.