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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.