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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.