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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.