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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.