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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.