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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Erasure,
June Days,
the Association,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.