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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.