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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.