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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.