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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.