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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.