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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.