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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.