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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.