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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.