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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.