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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Franke,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.