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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.