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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.