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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Slackers,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.