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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.