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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.