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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.