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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
X-102,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.