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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Technova,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
The Sound,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.