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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.