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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.