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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.