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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.