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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.