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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.