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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.