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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Index,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.