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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.