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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.