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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.