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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.