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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.