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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.