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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.