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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.