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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.