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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Ten City,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.