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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Neu! 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.