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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
the Association,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.