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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.