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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.