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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.