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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.