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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.