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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.