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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.