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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.