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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.