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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.