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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.