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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.