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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.