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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.