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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.