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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.