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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Magma,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.