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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.