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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.