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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.