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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.