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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.