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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.