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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.