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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.