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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Index,
Zapp,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.