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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.