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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.