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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.