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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.