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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.