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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.