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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.