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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.