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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.