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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.