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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Magma,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.