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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.