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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Q65,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.