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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.