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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.