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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.