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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.