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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.