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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.