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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.