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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.