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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.