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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.