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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
the Association,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.