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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.