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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.