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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.