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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.