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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.