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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.