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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Index,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.