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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s 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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Nico,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Television,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.