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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.