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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.