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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.