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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
MC5,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.