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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Moebius,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.