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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
MC5,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.