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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Nas to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.