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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.