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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.