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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.