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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.