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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Mars,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.