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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.