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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.