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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.