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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.