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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.