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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.