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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.