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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.