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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.