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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.