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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.