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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
The Move,
Ituana,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.