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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
CMW,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.