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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.