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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.