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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.