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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Busters,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.