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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.