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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.