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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.