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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.