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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.