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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.