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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.