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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.