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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Dark Day,
June Days,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.