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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
ABC,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.