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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.