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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.