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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.