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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.