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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.