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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.