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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Slave,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.