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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.