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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.