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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.