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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.