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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.