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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.