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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.