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 Spain 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.