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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.