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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Ossler,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.