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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.