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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.