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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.