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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
UT,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.