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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.