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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.