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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.