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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.