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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.