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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.