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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 This Heat 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Suicide,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.