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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.