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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.