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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.