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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.