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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Index,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.