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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.