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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Nas,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.