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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.