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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
JFA,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.