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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
The Gories,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.