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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Pagans,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.