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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Index,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Echospace,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.