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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.