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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.