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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.