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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.