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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.