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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.