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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.