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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.