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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.