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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.