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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Can,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.