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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.