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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.