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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blossom Toes 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.