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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.