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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.