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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.