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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.