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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.