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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Moebius,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Brick,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.