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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.