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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.