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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pussy Galore 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.