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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.