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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.