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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.