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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.