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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.