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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.