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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.