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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.