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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.