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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Symarip,
Lyres,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.