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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.