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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.