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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Can,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.