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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
June Days,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.