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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.