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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.