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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
JFA,
Organ,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.