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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.