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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
CMW,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.