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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.