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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.