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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.