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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.