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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.