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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.