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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.