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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.