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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.